Bound to Be His ( The Archer Family 2)

He glanced at Shay from the corner of his eye, her mouth pouting as she studied him. What would he do if there were no consequences? If Andy and work and nothing else mattered?

“Let me show you.” He closed the space between them quickly, taking her bottom lip between his and kissing her.

He expected her to put a hand between them, for her to push him away, and though she tensed at first there was no denying that she was giving in to the kiss. Her mouth relaxed and she let him in, welcoming him with her tongue.

He met hers, pushing inside her mouth and tasting the sweet tang of orange and beer on her breath. With one hand, he threaded his fingers through her locks and she pressed her breasts against his chest, willing him further, letting him push his luck to the limit.

It was like a magnetic pulse held them there, playing off of each other back and forth and leaving nothing but the insistent need for more. He wanted to pull back, to trail his kisses down her neck and lower. To grip the hem of her shirt and—

Chapter 5

Shay stepped back, her hand to her mouth, and for a moment, he thought she was going to turn on her heel and hightail it back to her room.

He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. After all, what was there to say? He damn sure wasn't going to apologize. That kiss, whatever had just happened between them... he couldn't think of anything he'd ever felt less sorry about.

Her mouth was just as warm and full as he'd thought it would be, but it wasn't just the way she kissed him. No, it was the tingle that spread through him like a warm, steady fire from the second he touched her skin.

He could feel her in his blood, racing through his veins and pumping through his heart, and God only knew what he might have done if she hadn't stepped back and broken the kiss.

"Electric shock," she murmured, but it was so low he could hardly hear.

"What?"

"Electric... I think you shocked me. When, um." She didn't finish. She didn't need to. The flush spreading over the apples of her cheeks, the sudden darkness in her eyes, told him all he needed to know.

She'd liked it.

And based on the way her gaze kept flicking to his lips?

She wanted to go for a second try.

"I don't think it was electric shock. I think you're confused by my pure masculine charm." He grinned and took another step toward her.

She didn't back away.

She did, however, roll her eyes. "I'm sure that's what it was."

"You want to double check?" He stooped down just enough to hear the second when her breath caught.

Then his lips were on hers again, soft and warm and... willing? He placed his hands on her hips, testing the limits, but instead of backing away, she arched into him, practically rubbing herself against the hard outline of his now-straining cock.

This was the right Shay, wasn't it? The Shay who slapped his hand away from the radio? The Shay who rolled her eyes at nearly every breath he took?

He wanted to pull back and check, but he'd be damned if he was going to take this moment for granted. Because if this really was Shay Meyers?

Well, he knew exactly what he was going to do with her.

Keeping one arm encircled around her waist, he pushed her up onto the countertop, and she gasped beneath his lips. When he lifted her, his wrist let out a little pang, but he didn't give a shit. It was like a flea bite compared to the coursing, overpowering desire that was pouring in harder and faster with every second he spent with his mouth on hers.

He tangled one hand in her sleek black hair. It was just as smooth as he'd imagined. Like strands of silk pooling in his palm. He tugged the strands gently, and she nibbled at his bottom lip, seemingly in invitation.

He tugged again, a little harder this time, and she let out a hum of pleasure so low and tantalizing that it was all he could do not to fuck her right there and then. He was having a hard enough time containing himself as it was, because with every passing moment, his mind was inventing new ways to pleasure her. New ways to make her moan longer and louder. New ways to make her say his name while she—

"Fuck," he groaned, his cock pressing so tightly to his zipper that he could hardly focus on anything else.

With another pang of his wrist, he lifted her from the counter, tossed her over his shoulder, and sprinted to his bedroom as quickly as he could, kicking the door open with no small dose of force.